One year ago I was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer.
You can find my original post here. If you get riled by f-bombs...probably don't read it. Actually, just stop reading this post too. I might throw a few in later. I like to keep my options open.
So, It’s been a while since I posted one of these cancer updates
because, well, if there’s anything else to focus on besides cancer, I chose to
focus on that! J
What has happened cancer-wise in this past year? Well, let’s
see… diagnosis, surgery, chemo, being bald, a nasty infection, hospitalization,
more surgery, radiation (which caused, what I like to call “localized zombie
skin”), and even more surgery. Not that any sane person would think otherwise, but having cancer fucking sucks.
Last week I had my year check-in MRI, and everything came
back clear!
Now, what does this mean for me? Well, I still have a lifetime of check-ups, medication, and that nagging worry at the back of my mind that my cancer is back. Also I can’t say, “I have cancer!” when I don’t want to do something, or to guilt my husband into doing dishes. But…upside…
I know I often babble on about the awesome YA community, but
everyone has been so supportive, it’s hard not to. My family, my friends, even acquaintances
of acquaintances were all amazing.
